I am putting my hand inside you,
there’s a valve that can be turned,
that takes you to another forever time,
that doesn’t have to be right now

Here, everything’s one,

but not really

You’re listening and you’re still you,
you can feel the air of the tree’s flying by,
see the snakes that are happy, and notice
those centipedes are actually caterpillars,
and Eve’s apple is just golden.

When you look up
the stars are bright
figments of your
imagination.

Suddenly you’re back..

You feel your sweat in a room of heat,
or the warmth of your laptop under your hands
maybe the rummaging in your house of people
you might be on the bus texting on your phone,

or your listening,

you are always listening,

With your touch,
your eyes,
your ears,
and your heart.

You can feel my hand inside you
as it glistens through your inner being,
slowly sliding through that darkness

First moving your breast aside,
the appealing void of you opens up,
It’s a dark ripple, riveting with soft silver

I’m the forever time that isn’t right now
I’m the forever time when you see the images

of “what could be”, and “what if”
flow slightly over your current reality

I can make them hotter,
I can make them love you,
I can keep you in a moment of happiness

However,

that is only until you let reality become stronger.

Then you’re back to only walking,
sitting or talking,
reading, folding or running,